Saturday, May 7, 2011

Hooah! Amen.

This week's events have rendered me speechless--almost.

It has been one for the Ages. Not only have my friends the Navy SEAL Team Six done an amazing job, their service to our country is second to none. If they would have me, I would like to become a Navy SEAL chaplain.

Tom??!!

I aim to be a cross between Father Mulcahey on MASH (see, they have big letters, too) and Rambo. I haven't tried it, but I know I could hold my breath under water for two minutes. I would be praying the whole time and cringing at the thought of being suspended in the dreaded H2O, but I'd do it, just to prove myself worthy. I already have claws which are deadly weapons, I am very good at keeping evil at bay, and I honestly and truly have six-pack abs--you just can't see them with all my fur.

I wear camo well, too. (did you hear about the guy who liked wearing camouflage but had trouble finding himself?) and, best of all, I am very good at keeping secrets. The whole time I've been at Temptation, I never once told what I've heard in the confessional. Now, if that isn't restraint, I don't know what is.

So, my friends, I'm the purrfect candidate to keep our men safe and strong--and close to the Man upstairs. And, at the end of every mission, I know I would get the biggest dish of ice cream on the planet.

Tom, we think that is a terrific idea for you to be a Navy Seal. It really would be scary for you to have to hold your breath that long under water but we are sure the praying would get you through that. Those Navy Seals are amazing and brave people. Sure glad they all got out alive. Take care.

Tom, we second the motion. If you need written endorsement, let us know. "The Boys" and I are ready to offer our support. That holding your breath for 2 minutes thing, though, maybe you'd better re-think that one.

Folks, I'm quite happy being the parish cat at Temptation, make no mistake. I can't help but wonder, though, what it would be like to be a SEAL chaplain. As far as heavenly guidance goes, looks like they already have that from the looks of things. Thanks guys, for all you do.

Hope you all had a great weekend and an especially good Mother's Day. I know Julie did. Her daughter Megan gave her flowers. I got scritches and scratches and coos and hugs. After all, I'm everybody's baby so I get to be smothered, I mean mothered, hehehe!

WARNING - BRIBERY with toy mice or catnip will NOT decrease your penance

The LATEST in the Father Tom Fishworthy series of novels

Tom's sure Reny, sitting in a wheelchair, created a permanent lap just for him.

The very FIRST book in the Father Tom Fishworthy series "Going My Way meets The Birdcage"

Why Church Cats?

I would put the blame squarely on a noted photographer named Surman (like what you hear in church) and his phenomenal photos and stories of the church cats of England.

Thanks to him, I thought it would be great to have a parish cat be a key figure in my Temptation of Christ Catholic Parish books. Why not? He has people come to church who wouldn't have been there otherwise.

So far I have had two lovable Maine Coons for my inspiration. Despite their flights to the Bridge, they have assured me from their perches on high that their memory will continue to reside in the wisecracking character of Father Tom Fishworthy, S.J., the parish's resident snoop and mender of injured souls.

The cat family remaining, along with their novelist human, are finding themselves highly amused by some of the best material and otherworldly insights supplied by the guys.

Since they hold a master key to the pearly gates, we are happy to listen and share their material.